Book Seventeen Novels & Stories

His breath is against my bare shoulder, and I close my eyes. What would it take to make him lose control? What would it take for me to push him there? Before I can find out, his arm snakes around my waist and he pulls me even closer to him. I feel a hard length against my ass and it surprises me. I audibly gasp at the size of it, but I don't make a move to pull away. Instead I press my ass against it more firmly as his lips move down my neck. "You're seventeen for ten more hours," he whispers as his hand moves slowly down my body. "Be careful with how you tease me until then."

That causes misfortunes around us. _______ KircheLeaf Arc 1: Enchatrix Race! _______ ~END of CHAPTER SEVENTEEN~

“Next there will be fairies and goblins living among us!” I don’t respond, Most don’t like to hear the truth of how many other creatures there are out in the world. As far as most were concerned. There were Humans, Wolves, Lycans and a few witches and vampires dotted around. Anything else just seemed impossible. “So are you going to tell me how old you are?” She had to be close to turning eighteen. “I know you are not eighteen otherwise you would have healed a lot faster.” “Seventeen.” She mutters through gritted teeth. Like she was embarrassed by it.

Childishly, she stomps on it with her heeled boot to appease her rage before letting out a small scream of frustration. I watch her make a dramatic exit before stepping out from between the shelves a couple of seconds later, eyes cautiously searching just in case. Shaking my head in amusement I trace my way back to the storefront and settle on one of the sofa’s to read. I feel the need to arm myself with a lot of knowledge now that I know what I could become, the first book I’d picked is called History of Elementals. On the first page is the beautiful design of the black interlaced knots in the middle of the page. Seeing the knot, I’m reminded of my black triquetra tattoo and shift uncomfort

“Before Jules and Harry arrive. Having Phillip Salem see me naked is enough trauma for one day.” “I did not look,” Phillip grunted as he heaved feed bags to the side. “I assure you of that much. My eyes have been glued to the window. They’re starting to leave… The Mer, and the zombies. The Van Helsings… They’re all just walking away. ” “We should do the same,” Heath covered Aislen with a large tartan blanket with buckles and straps. Horse blanket, Aislen acknowledged, but she wasn’t going to complain as it gave her some dignity as Jules and Harry walked through the door.

Seven renewal certificates. Every single one had my signature and Corbin's. A note from Maya was clipped to the top: "He thought collecting all seven would summon you back like some kind of twisted fairy tale." I stared at the documents, and a slow smile spread across my face. Fated mates? If seven rejections could still be called fate, then nothing in this world was an accident. I gently pressed the call button on the phone. "How may I help you?" the bellhop asked, returning quickly.

"So you married someone else? Quinn, what did those seven years apart even mean?" Quinn looked at me, her expression settling back into calm. "Conrad… You must understand I'm the heir to the Summers family. I have my own duties. Hector and I are on the same level, and our marriage benefits both families. Hector said that as long as you behave, he can turn a blind eye and let you stay by my side.

The three of them looked grim as they exchanged strange looks. Alan patted my shoulder, his movements gentle yet cautious. "The thing is, Marcel, Henry did something wrong. We rented him a separate place so he can focus on preparing for the SAT." So, the one who got kicked out wasn't me, but Henry. It was then that the door was shoved open and slammed shut again. Henry rushed in, his eyes swollen like walnuts, and stopped right in front of my bed. With a thud, he dropped to his knees before me, the same way I had once knelt before him.

“You’ve brought sixteen into this world. This one is ours too.” The battle raged outside. Elara’s voice broadcast over the chaos. “The seventeenth Apex Heir arrives. Perfect timing. Surrender the child and live.” With one final, agonizing push, our seventeenth child entered the world — a girl. Strong. Fierce. Alive. Damien held her first, tears cutting through the grime on his face, then placed her with me. Seventeen children. A family that defied every monster, every test, every lie.

"You all don't know this, but for seven years, she's clung to Dante as a maid, constantly trying to seduce him, delusional enough to think she could become the Donna!" "Being an orphan is one thing, but to have such a vicious heart, stealing and seducing. Shameless." The murmurs rose and fell as guests looked at me with increasing scorn. The live stream chat was flooded with insults. These people wanted nothing more than to reach through the screen and tear me apart. Dante stood to the side, his brow furrowed tighter, inexplicably irritated. He looked at my pale but defiant face and felt his throat tighten with an unwanted flicker of sympathy.